Gale was howling, the smell of blood filled the entire Tallinn Pass, smoke and dust filled the valleys, and no one could tell the direction - both sides who had invested all their strength had been completely strangled together, waving their long swords and short spears, slamming their shields into each other, and under the battle flags, the legionnaires and the brave barbarian warriors were sending each other to hell with their last breath!

Robin, the little man who was guarding the camp with the light infantrymen, didn't care about any physical strength for a long time - from the moment he picked up the bow in his hand, the arrows in his hand never stopped shooting, and his sore shoulders and thumbs torn by the bowstring seemed to have been forgotten a long time ago. The standard-bearer and herald standing beside him even forgot about the order, and like all the archers, they desperately poured fire on the enemy's Chinese army, sending a pitch-black "shadow of death"!

"Reload——, fire!" shouted the already hoarse standard-bearer in a cracked voice, and the flag in his hand was waved down again, and all the auxiliary infantry did not look at it at all, took out the stone cannons and ignition agent clay pots from the wooden box, mechanically loaded them on the launch rack and shot them out, and then continued to reload.

The roaring flames and bombardments that fell from the sky all smashed into the rear of the barbarian army, and the bones of the corpses that died in the stone cannons and flames became a long "separation zone" - either separated by the stone cannons, or burned alive in the flames. Terrible signs also forced these barbarian warriors to have no other way to choose but to attack, knowing that there was a trap in front of them, but still insisting on charging forward.

They couldn't retreat—for behind them was their homeland, and only women, children, and old men were left in the Akama clan settlement, which had drained all the young warriors. Once let these Turinese rush through the Tallinn Pass. Only destruction awaits the entire clan!

And at the very end of the pass. The frenzied trolls are still wreaking havoc - these monsters, which had been given high hopes by the Grand Chief of the Red Horse Clan, have now become fatal blows, inflicting heavy casualties on the dense barbarian army. And the Tallinn Pass, which is too narrow, leaves these monsters with nowhere to go.

The roar, the fighting, the trembling roar, the clashing of swords...... The windy sonata played for a long time in the narrow valley, and the soldiers who were struggling to hold the line pushed forward desperately—shields, daggers, broken spears, helmets, fists, and even teeth became weapons in their hands. In the midst of the frenzy, everyone has forgotten what fear is!

"Attack, attack, for Lord Edward Witwood——!" Ludwig, holding a red cross flag on a black background, shouted a heart-rending slogan, fluttering the battle flag, the Brotherhood assassin's expression was more frantic than anyone else: "Rush, God bless Turin——!"

"God bless Turin ——!!!!"

With a uniform shout, the cavalry under the battle flag seemed to be a rushing torrent, piercing the enemy's right flank from the very end of the left flank, as if it were the sharpest Dominic scimitar, splitting the originally seemingly incomparably dense front. Completely gouge through the entire barbarian army before and after!

The originally stalemate of the battle situation has become a key point in the reversal here - the fluttering red cross flag on a black background. It has become the brightest color on the battlefield, even if this flag is already bloody!

"The red cross flag on a black background is Lord Edward!" The captain of the guard who rushed to the front slashed the head of the barbarian warrior in front of him with an axe, brandishing his still bleeding axe and pointing at the banner billowing in the distance: "Charge, rush over——!"

At this time, almost the entire Tallinn Pass saw the banner that was rampaging in the enemy's army - the legionnaires cheered, raised their shields and rushed desperately in the direction of the flag, as if they were all crazy, and people kept falling in the snow, and the soldiers behind would directly cross over and advance on the fallen bones one by one.

Despite the blood dripping at every step, and the fall of people at every step, the tide of battle was already turning around - the barbarian warriors had been torn apart by the heavy cavalry, and there was no way to form an effective defense against the swords in the hands of the knights and the warhorses beneath them. Caught in madness, they were only fighting in disorder, and they were slowly drained of blood under the push of the shield wall.

There were only more than a thousand remnants of the clan warriors of the Akama clan headquarters, gathered around him at the call of the Grand Chief of Akama, defending the clan totem that was still waving in the wind, forming a dense garden formation to resist the knights and the Chinese army's round after round of charge—even the arrows and stone cannons that fell on their heads could not make these proud warriors flinch by half a step!

They had lost hope, but the pride of their hearts and the pride of their ancient clan had chosen to fight to the death until the last moment, rather than fall into utter madness like the other barbarian warriors, or flee in all directions, being shot in the back, and becoming a lonely ghost of shame.

The sound of thundering horses' hooves, the roar in the ears, the blood and smoke in the air, and the frantic fighting never stopped for a moment - only by persevering until the last moment, until the opponent collapsed, was the final victory in this battle.

Almost as the galloping knights were about to rush to the center, the ancient war drums rumbled, and then billowing smoke and dust rushed from the left flank of the barbarian army—the last remaining barbarian cavalry of the enemy had given up the opportunity to defeat Edward's right flank, and decided to deal with the cavalry that had completely routed the barbarian right flank.

Apparently they had also noticed that the commander of this Turin army was in this cavalry!

A few heavy screams came from not far from the battlefield—two trolls who had been hit in the eye by the stone cannons fell to the ground in blood, and in the direction of the camp, all the ballistas were still pouring fire, exploding one brilliant spark after another on the battlefield.

And these can no longer decide the situation of the battle, the knights who are slowly regrouping their troops in the gentle place of the hillside, watching intently at the barbarian cavalry galloping towards them in the distance, are silent, just raise the sword that is already full of jumping in their hands, and the war horses under them do not neigh anymore.

At this moment, Edward was covered in blood, and the helmet had long been unknown where it had been lost, and with a wave of the bright star in his hand, it left a half-moon-shaped blood stain on the ground.

The black Tongkong looked at the big chief of the red horse with a sheep's horn helmet and a sad expression in the distance, but Edward only had an inexplicable ease at the moment, and a little helplessness.

If you live in a different place, you may end up with the same ending as this guy...... The inexplicable sadness made Edward smile self-deprecatingly and let out a long sigh.

The barbarian army that could not stop the attack of the legion was collapsing little by little, no matter how crazy those fierce barbarian warriors were, they could no longer stop this raging flood, and they could only watch as the brothers beside them were turned into corpses by the Turinees, and the army was divided little by little.

And the light infantry who had always been in the camp were finally put into the battlefield at this time - this last new force became the last weight that overwhelmed the scales, and the wasteland of Tallinn Pass was full of scattered barbarian warriors, slaughtered little by little by the battle banner army that charged from behind, and there was no way to return to the sky.

The only remaining barbarian cavalry became the only "outlier" on the entire battlefield, almost against the tide, charging at the position where Edward stood under the battle flag, and the cavalry continued to fall on the way to charge, but it never collapsed, and it was extremely tenacious and insisted on approaching forward.

What they want may be just a heroic death - when great ambition withers, all that remains is reluctance and last persistence.

"Knights—" Edward raised the star with a calm face, "Go and take our victory——!" (To be continued.) )